Ataru vs Angel (for Alexandra)

"Nhhhhh...", the girl's squeeze was rewarded by a faint groan from Ataru's lips, his face held tight and secure in such embarassing embrace by Angela's glistening thighs.

With his arm locked, Angel could control the boy even better now, having all the chances to enjoy her prey, pumping him slowly into weakness between her hungry, pulsating thighs.

The boy could still squirm but could not escape, his spirit only going to prolong the inevitable, unwittingly assisting in Angel's fun as his resistence was decreasing with each new squeeze. "N-No way....", he mumbled against her smooth skin, but there was not much strenght left behind his cutely stubborn words.

"Oh yes, yes way.." she would mutter back at him, Angel still grinding her thighs slowly against his face, his head. "I'm the queen of this damn ring, little boy, and you won't be escaping me until I want you to..." She let out a sultry giggle, watching him still with a playful light in her eyes, knowing he had no chance against her any longer.

Ataru's strenght levels were getting lower and lower, soon making him a weak and helpless ragdoll in Angel's coils to toy with at will.

The boy was still barely conscious but his chances to fight back were reduced to virtually nothing. So that, to his further embarassement he was getting rocked like a child in the squeezing cradle of Angel's scissors, getting more tired with each new flexing of her thighs, which felt now so warm and embarassingly glistening around his head.
"Nhhghhh... m-must....resist....", he hissed with a quite drowzy voice, trapped in Angel's hot vice.

"You're lucky this isn't a real match," Angel would continue with her teasing. "Wouldn't it be embarassing to lose this bad on national TV...?"

She continued grinding her thighs against him, waiting for the boy to finally give in.

"Ngr...i'm not done...yet..", he grunts softly nudged into keeping his struggles by Angela's teasings.
His hands still trying to push at Angela's legs while the boy is still trying to slither towards the ropes, though the repetitive flexing and unflexing around his neck is slowly softening him and draining his strenght with sensuous relentlessness, making his escape more impossible the more he tries, wearing down himself.

Angel, sighed a bit, shaking her head. "You're really subborn..." she muttered as she stared at him. Finally, she would have a bit of mercy on the boy, slowly releasing her hold on him, just a bit, just enough that he could get a bit of air...

"G-Gasp... pant... pant....". Angela's smooth thighs would be bathed by Ataru's warm breathing as he was allowed to inhale some much needed air.

Deluding himself that he was making some progress in his escape attempts, the quite weakened boy resumed his little struggle for improbable freedom, trying to slip his head out of Angela's thighs.

And again, Angel would let him slip out, letting out a mock gasp as Ataru did so.

"Oh my...did you manage to escape? I'm surprised...." She teased, sitting up and moving back from him.

"N-Nghh... i tould you i'd break free....". , he mumbled, not aware that she had let him go by purpose.

The boy would stand up, ready to fight...or that was the plan. In spite of his head still spinning and his legs weak from the prolonged scissorhold, he would bounce back against the ropes and rush towards Alexandra, trying for a clothesline.

Angel shook her head as she got up, and as Ataru charged in at her, she would actually go to try and catch his arm, hoping he was so weak she would be able to twist it around behind him.

If she could do so, she would hold it tight, pulling him close to herself, her ample bust pressing up into his back, as she leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "You just don't learn, do you...?"